Fionn awoke trembling, his entire body consumed by wave after wave of fear that lit his body up with shivers. That dream, that dream wasn't his. He wasn't supposed to have that dream, no, he was never supposed to see that. The images haunted him, burning into his mind, taunting him.

"Dante?" Fionn sat up, noticing he was completely alone in the room, the sole thought of isolation fanning the flames of his terror. The bathroom door was wide open, Fionn could see from his position on the bed Dante wasn't in there. He stalked over to the door, slamming his fist on the thick steel.

"Hey! Where did you take him?!" he bellowed, his voice echoing in the small room. As expected, no answer. They had taken him whilst Fionn was asleep for a reason, they had seen how the wolf detested being alone.

"I'm... fine..." Dante's voice sounded small in Fionn's head, almost drowned by a thousand frightful thoughts. The wolf leant against the wall, his body sliding down it until he reached the floor.

"You don't sound fine, what are they doing to you?" Fionn didn't get a response for almost ten minutes but he could somehow sense the pain Dante was in, as though it was being relayed into his body.

"Just about everything," though Fionn heard the bitter chuckle ring through his head, he knew Dante was in agony. He could hear every cry of pain the vampire let out, every broken curse, every word he spoke before it left his lips. The raw severity of it all triggered an awful throbbing in Fionn's heart that he hadn't felt for almost a decade. Maybe their link wasn't such a wonderful thing.

"Stay strong, sunshine," Fionn repeated the final thing Blu had ever said to him and actually felt tears well in his eyes. He then let out a low, pitiful laugh. Sunshine was the least apt word to describe Dante.

Some time passed, though Fionn no longer had any concept of it. Night or day, he was unsure which came first anymore, guessing purely by when his body deemed it time to sleep. The wolf felt awfully vulnerable when he was alone, he had come to rely on the vampire more than he should have.

He was wrenched from the precipice of slumber when the door was flung open and Dante was thrust into the room. He hit the floor hard and remained terrifyingly still. Fionn noticed how much he truly looked like a corpse, he never thought he would be so glad that vampires didn't sleep.

"Dante? Dante, can you hear me?" Fionn heaved the shockingly light vampire onto his back, covering his mouth and biting back the soft whine that threatened to escape his lips. The front of Dante's shirt was in tatters and the skin underneath had been shredded. The pale flesh was in ribbons, some cuts so deep Fionn could see the ashen bones underneath where the muscle and sinew had been torn away.

"Jesus," Fionn breathed, batting away his instincts to search for a heartbeat. Dante's heart hadn't beaten for a long time. A pulse wasn't what he needed.

Fionn darted into the bathroom, lifting the mirror from its hook and smashing it against the sink. Glass shards flew everywhere, covering the floor and even a few nicking Fionn's skin. The wolf took the largest piece and ran back over to Dante, ignoring the feeling of glass piercing the soles of his bare feet.

Fionn knelt down, lifting Dante's head to rest it on his lap and parting the vampire's pale lips. The wolf winced as he ran the jagged edge of glass across his wrist, slicing through his flesh easily. Clenching his fist, Fionn allowed his blood to drip directly into the vampire's mouth.

"Come on, come on," he murmured under his breath, watching for any sort of movement. The wounds on Dante's chest were getting no better but Fionn had no idea how fast vampires healed. Faster than wolves, he hoped. Suddenly there was a weak grip on Fionn's wrist, one that tugged it gently down to Dante's mouth until his skin touched the vampire's lips.

"Thank G-" Fionn's words got caught in his throat as Dante's fangs pierced his tender flesh. He had always imagined it to have been excruciating, yet barely felt any pain through the overwhelming pleasure. He had wondered why the bite was addictive, at that moment, he finally knew why.

Dante drank from Fionn for a further five minutes before passing out again. The wolf was a little worried, partially because of how light-headed he had become, he didn't like Dante unconscious. It was unnerving. Fionn was sat on the rocking chair, tending to his slit wrist whilst glancing at Dante every so often.

He wondered if the vampire dreamt, which brought every memory of the dream had experienced flooding back into his mind. He stuffed the thoughts into the furthest corner of his mind, not wanting to dwell on them. There was no point in that moment, it wasn't like he could ask Dante about them.

More time passed and still, Dante didn't wake. Fionn was pacing by that point, his mind clouded with worry. He might not have been fast enough, the blood might not have been enough. Maybe he should have fed Dante longer, even after he had passed out. He was contemplating opening the wound on his wrist again when he glimpsed a small movement out of the corner of his eye.

"Please tell me you didn't," Dante murmured through pursed lips, his eyes remaining closed. Fionn was at his side in an instant, pulling back the sheet he had laid so gently over Dante, he couldn't bear to look at the wounds. But they were gone, completely healed.

"Didn't what?" Fionn asked with a small smile, brushing some hair from Dante's face as the vampire glared up at him.

"Please tell me you didn't feed me your blood. Please tell me you didn't let me bite you. Please tell me you weren't so stupid," Fionn's smile faltered, Dante was angry. The wolf had saved his life, gratitude would have been nice.

"You were dying, or dead, or... whatever. I didn't know what else to do. It was my choice Dante," Fionn gave the vampire room as he sat up, still glowering.

"You should have let me die."

"Don't say that," Fionn snapped, rage burning with him, "you have a kid, Dante, and siblings and a father. Not to mention your coven, don't fucking act all self-righteous like your death would mean nothing," Fionn had no idea why he was so infuriated by what Dante had said, though he was glad he had enough sense to speak in his mind rather than aloud. Dante's gaze softened and he opened his arms.

"Come here," he spoke in a soft voice, one that was oddly alluring to the wolf. Very slowly, Fionn moved to sit on Dante's lap, wrapping his arms around the vampire's waist and resting his head on his shoulder. It was a strange sensation, then again, no different to how he was held every time he slept.

"I refuse to thank you for your stupidity but I am grateful," Dante muttered, his lips just brushing against the silky skin of Fionn's neck ever so slightly, "we'll talk about the dream later," he said before Fionn had the opportunity to ask.

"Bite me," Fionn breathed, feeling a surge of need flow through his body, "please, Dante," the wolf tried to move his neck closer to Dante but the vampire held him still.

"This is why I didn't want to drink your blood, the addiction makes you someone you're not," Dante whispered, a little sorrow actually weaving its way into his voice, "you shouldn't be marked, puppy, not with your alpha status," in under a second, Fionn was laid on his back in the darkness, feeling Dante straddle his thighs.

"So bite me where they can't see," Fionn whispered.

"Where?" Dante's voice was awfully close but Fionn could see almost nothing in the room, "here?" Fionn's breath hitched in his throat as he felt Dante's hand on his thigh. The vampire didn't wait for an answer, tugging down Fionn's sweatpants and pressing a soft kiss to his sensitive flesh.

"Fuck..." Fionn bit back at the moan that threatened to prove to the vampire how much enjoyment he was deriving from him.

"Do you want me to bite you here, Fi?" Dante questioned, the tips of his fangs grazing against the wolf's skin with every word.

"Yes," Fionn reached out in his mind, too afraid of what might slip from his mouth if he opened it. Though the wolf had lost all control over himself when Dante's fangs finally pierced his flesh. A drawn out, breathless groan tumbled from the wolf's mouth as he gripped a fistful of the vampire's hair with trembling fingers.

Fionn's mind clouded over as he allowed the sensation of Dante's mouth on his skin to take precedence in his brain. His thoughts jumbled together, barely connecting with the lack of coherence the wolf was able to procure. He wasn't sure how long Dante fed from him but, when he came down from his high, he was laid in the arms of the vampire.

"You're healed, don't worry," Dante reassured when Fionn reached down to feel the lack of wound on his thigh.

"You gonna tell me how?" Fionn spoke through his mind, exhaustion from his previous restless sleep and the blood loss.

"My venom. All vampire venom has healing properties, though usually, I would have injected you with it, Kastor and I have quite a large supply of it back at the house."

"So you could have just bitten my wrist and I wouldn't have been marked?" Fionn heard Dante chuckle through the darkness.

"Yes, but I wasn't sure you would believe it. And I happen to prefer drinking from the femoral artery."

"You mean you happen to like being close to my cock?" Fionn slid his arm up to rest it next to his head on Dante's chest. The vampire still adorned no shirt, and Fionn happened to very much like the feeling of his velvet skin.

"Well, there is that too," Fionn liked the sound of humour in Dante's tone, he always prefered that to his usual apathy.

"Did I mention I hate you?" the corners of Fionn's mouth turned up as he felt Dante press a tender kiss to his head.

"I think you may have."